Missing you

When we made love the whole night through, and the talks we had that no one else knew, and your fingernails all painted new. That's what I miss about you.

Every time you called me that name we know, when we dreamt at how our children would grow, when I wasn't affraid to let you go. That's what I miss about you.

When you were always there by my side, telling me things would be fine, and every time I made you mine. That's what I miss about you.